Meanwhile, on the other side, as the three assassins from the Borgias family—Syla, Marven, and Tormek—continued to traverse the ruined flora dungeon, an unsettling silence lingered in the atmosphere of the dungeon.
They were trained to hunt, trained to kill, but the eerie emptiness of the dungeon was disconcerting.
Where were the botanical mana beasts?
Where were the magical flora creatures they had been briefed about?
"Stay sharp," Syla whispered. Her voice barely rose above a breath, but her companions immediately snapped to attention, their eyes scanning the dimly lit surroundings.
The three moved like shadows, slipping from cover to cover with ease. But no matter how far they advanced, they found nothing but the ruins of a once lush environment.
Torn branches, shredded leaves, and uprooted trees were all that remained of the flora they had expected to face.
Something had already torn through this dungeon.
